Jack & Jill - Chapter 04

Copyrighted 2014 © Rob Loveboy

Edited by Jack FitzHugh

Chapter 4

With our cocks painfully engorged under the influence of Viagra, we joined the mass exit but suddenly I needed to void my bladder in the worst way and detoured into the Men’s Room for relief.

The toilet cubicles were occupied, so I daringly assumed a position at a middle urinal that was free. I felt it would be easier to unfasten my tight jeans rather than try hauling out my erection the conventional way through my fly.

Tight up against the urinal, I felt the cold porcelain penetrate the tip of my sensitive helmet. At the shock of that, I flinched, pulled back and innocently happened to glance to my left at a teen of about 16. He stood several inches away from his own urinal. Hands planted on his hips, a long, slender cock hung from his fly unaided as he pissed. I smiled at him as I fought with my pee shyness phobia, absently pulling on my erect cock as if to coerce it into submission and start flowing.

“What are ya doing checkin’ me out, faggot!” he yelled taking me by surprise, “Hey, Mike, check out this little fag beating his meat beside me!” Quickly he zipped up, grabbed my waist, and shoved me to the floor landing on my back, my manhood, at full mast and clearly visible to perhaps 10 other guys of various ages!

“See, I told ya, look! The little pervert was jerking off looking at my junk!” he said to his friend and anyone else who cared to witness my shame. “I’m gonna kick your queer little ass!”

My cock was not adding to my plea of innocence. I rolled onto my stomach just as his foot made contact with my right hip spilling me back over and fully exposed once again trying desperately to cover my shame as well as protect my gonads with my hands. His buddy got into the foray and stomped hard on my gut! My bladder erupted and I started pissing in both fear and the impact sustained by my organs, much to the amusement of my attackers.

Just when I thought I was done for, my aggressor’s face contorted and he fell to the floor in agonizing pain, gasping for air and holding his crotch. As he was falling, a familiar face came into view, Jill! My savior and hero had somehow come to my rescue!

I had seen his angry temper before, but he was in a red faced rage! He grabbed the other teen, Mike, bodily by his crotch and neck, and threw him violently into a urinal landing face first. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth on impact before he collapsed to join his friend on the floor in agony. Jill but a boot to each of them for good measure then literally scooped me up into the safety of his strong arms asking if I was hurt before placing me on my feet, helping to pull my wet pants up, then making for the other two again.

The doors of the washroom crashed open and six Security Officers ran in, batons in hand. Some kind soul had thankfully gone for assistance on my behalf! Unfortunately, they attacked Jill after quickly analyzing the scene. They beat him several times to his legs and lower back. I and a few other bystanders tried to intervene telling them that it was the other two boys that were the culprits.

All being said and done we were escorted from the building and made our way to the Transit station when he told me that he noticed a guy running from the washroom, screaming that someone was being beaten up. He instinctively feared it was me and ran to my aid!

“Never beat up a guy when I was sporting a hard on before, — cool!” he joked as we boarded the waiting bus and made our way to the rear where two boys about 11 years old were seated on the left side of the bench seat.

After about 5 minutes of staring over his left shoulder and making small talk with them, he opened his pants and pulled out big Bertha and his balls to the amusement and giggles of the kids.

I don’t know what came over me, probably some sort of repayment for his very noble effort in conquering my foes. My Knight in Shining Amour’s strange lust for young boys came to mind and I reached over, took his cock in hand, and stroked it. I opened my own jeans exposing my erect cock that he wasted no time in securing tightly in his hand!

One boy closest to the window stared out in either fear or disinterest, where as the other kid continued to gawk and smile at our shenanigans, his hand moved to his own crotch and his face flushed red.

“Hey, guys, why don’t ya slide over here and join us?” Jill whispered slyly, .

When the smiley boy made a move to slide over, staring at Jill’s manhood my heart was in my mouth wondering if he had accepted the perverted invitation! Just then, the other kid pulled the bell cord indicating next stop to the driver. I let out a sigh of relief as they meandered their way to the rear exit of the moving bus. When the rear doors opened, the uninterested one yelled back, “Fucking faggots! ” and off they ran.

“Fucking A, dude! That was hot! Did ya see that one kid? He was certainly interested, man! Shit ass luck he had to leave, Jacky! Shit ass bad luck that he was hanging with that prude of a friend!

“Ya, Jill, … too bad, so sad!” I said condescendingly with a chuckle. What exactly we would have done with the boy was beyond me, I was thankful that I didn’t have to find out.

We arrived at my house shortly after eleven. Grandma had retired for the night and we fixed ourselves grilled cheese sandwiches and brought them down the hall to my bedroom. Both of us horny on another dose of Ecstasy consumed on the way home and the surprising long lasting effect of Viagra, we couldn’t wait to free our trapped erections again, and stripped off our clothes.

It was then that I noticed the crimson welts materializing on Jill’s back and upper thighs. Wounds that he unjustly endured in exchange for protecting me, symbolic of his heroics. I suddenly realized that I loved him more than two friends normally would. The key word, normal, did not seem to register anymore. We were anything but normal friends! I put my arms around him telling him how proud I was of his protective nature toward me. I found myself fighting off tears and the urge to kiss him. Not a peck, a real kind of kiss, tongue and all, a slobbery one that ya give a girl, but never having experienced even that before! I knew in my heart that he would have returned the affection,

He seemed to sense my lustful desire and insecurity that stood in the way and prevented kissing him. Maybe being as equally bashful and cognizant to it’s gay inference. he just held me tight against himself, swaying to some unheard tune. I sobbed on his shoulder telling him how sad I was at his being beaten defending me, but he quickly lit up my depressed state!

“Dude at least they never hit my balls like those fuckin’ nuns did! Get over it! Let’s not waste the high and dance some more, Jacky!” he said with infectious zeal. He ran to the stereo and put a Smashing Testicles CD into the player with wall-vibrating intensity.

I had an idea and ran naked to the bathroom. I remembered the enhanced erotic feeling of the lubricant given to us at the rave concert. With a bottle of Johnston’s Baby Oil in hand, I returned and liberally douse it all over us! We laughed and smeared it over each other’s body until we were coated head to toe and began rubbing up against each other sensually, dirty dancing to the music, alone now, with an incessant passion and need to relive the evening’s festivities.

He had to squat slightly lower so that we could mash our swollen cocks and balls together, my short stature encumbered what I witnessed the other guys of similar height doing earlier that evening, but his bruised, sore legs exhibiting silent pain on his face. We fell to our knees and caressed each other’s back and ass, a greased finger made it’s journey into my hole. Moments later I felt an increased pressure as my anus accommodated a second finger with minimal pain but when he attempted to add a third, the agony became beyond tolerance. I yelped and fell onto my back pulling him down atop me.

I felt his shaft between my thighs emitting warmth to my balls, my thighs tightened and securely lodged it. My own cock being stimulated, lay mashed into his gyrating belly as he commenced to fuck my thighs. I could feel the meaty ridge of his crown graze the sensitive folds at the sensitive entrance of where his fingers had explored moments earlier.

His weight upon my torso and face caused me to realize that it would be no different than what a girl would experience with a boy upon their body. That thought caused me slight grief, he was fucking me like a girl! Where she would have had her thighs spread wide, mine were clamped shut, same effect nonetheless, his manhood inspiring great pleasure to genitals indiscriminate of gender.

I reflected on the pleasure of his fingers inside me. Was a prostate really any different than a clitoris, and would it not feel good to have his manhood inside of me? No doubt it would hurt at first, his two-finger-fuck was not unpleasant by any means, the third digit was painful, though he did mange to penetrate an inch or so. Didn’t I hear somewhere that it was painful for a girl to have her … what’s it called … hymee, haymee? Whatever it`s called, the membrane a guy breaks or something and they loose their virginity. Maybe a guy has one too! Would I let Jill take my virginity? Could I give myself to him in that manner?

A nipple made its way between my teeth, I bit hard and painful like he wants it. He screamed out in pain. That didn’t deter my aggression, I held it firmly with my teeth and lapped my tongue over it. He then pinned my hands above my head and fucked me even harder

Suddenly he stopped, hoisted his chest above me, his mouth agape and staring ahead. I looked over my shoulder to ascertain what caused the disruption of our sex. There stood Grandma in her short pink nightie, tits sagging like two wrinkled half bags of Robin Hood flour! Varicose veins spider webbed her milk white legs. Her hands were on her hips with a real pissed off look about her!

“What in Jesus tar nation are you boy’s doin’ blaring that music at this time of the morning, Jack Sprat?: she hollered over the music. “All sweaty and wrestlin’ on the floor and all, like a couple a hooligans in a bar room brawl! Shut off that gall darn music immediately and git to bed!” she bellowed, turned to exit then added, “Don’t ya have yer own home to go to, Jillian Williams?”

Although most people would have questioned our nudity and the compromising position we were in. Grandma only saw two normal, every day `boys being boys’ that happened to be wrestling with no clothes on! Our erections were out of sight, tucked snugly from view, thank God for small mercies.

“We’re not wrestling Grandma; we’re fucking our brains out!” I screamed back knowing that she wouldn’t catch a word of it as she turned and stomped from my room, slamming the door behind her. Jill and I went into hysterics.

We complied with Grandma’s request, shut down the music and got into bed. The baby oil having been replenished, we resumed our slithery sex-capades. Genitals grinding over and under , taking turns in the comfort and greasy warmth of our thighs and balls as we rolled atop each other, selfish in vying for top position. Several times, we came close to falling off the bed.

Nothing else in the world mattered then but to be locked in his strong arms, his legs intertwined in mine, my body completely engulfed by him, a sense of love that I’d never experienced before overwhelmed me. I wanted so bad to tell him that I loved him, that he could take me up the bum if he wanted! Had Grandma not interrupted, I somehow knew that he was intent on taking me in that way. Without hesitation, I would have let him.

I don’t recall how we ended up on our sides in a sixty-nine position engaged in sensual, tender mutual masturbation. From a fresh and lewd precarious perspective, close enough to smell the mustiness, I studied his anatomy. Small beads of fluid oozed and glistened the wide slit, spidery purple and blue tinted veins weaved a fishnet pattern from under the mushroom head in circumference of the shaft downward then spreading like a tiny road map overlay upon his ample, hairless pink sack.

The thought of Jill getting a quick but enthusiastic blowjob from the teen at the rave registered. Jill’s facial expressions said it all, blissful, as he held the nape of teen’s neck urging his long cock to an inconceivable depth before withdrawal and repeating the perverse method over again and again. I was in a quandary of emotion, could I take his cock in my mouth and do that? That sexual act would epitomize my ever mounting question of sexuality that only moments before arose far greater implication in my silent sanction should he have demanded anal intercourse of me.

At that very moment in my decision process, I felt a warmth and wetness surround my cock! I glanced up and confirmed my shock; he had me in his mouth! The sensation was beyond explanation as he used his tongue to caress the head and prod my pee slit several times on his erotic journey, then engulfing the entire shaft and bobbing in unison to a few fingers that encircled it.

The scene was surreal. This sports loving brute of a boy, infrequent bully by nature who hours earlier had beat the snot out of two older teens, not to mention the several other misguided souls that had crossed his path at some point, keen on giving another guy a blowjob! The bravado, macho stereotype image he portrayed seemed unimaginable in the whole scheme of his being, right down to his apparent lust for younger boys.

No doubt in anticipation of following his lead and my burning desire to please him in that way, I licked the end of his cock. The taste of precum not unpleasant, as it oozed in reaction to my firm grip. Fighting off my demons of degradation and finding my nerve, I took it in my mouth. It was then that I was committed!

It seemed to belong there! I savored his taste, the softness and radiant warmth soothed my dry mouth. I took him deeper. He moaned, no, more like purred. The throaty, guttural sounds emanating sent enjoyable vibrations deep within my erection, I once heard the slang term `hummer,’ as another slang term for blowjob and realized its denotation.

Although, for the most part I was mimicking his erogenous initiatives, a sense of instinct from somewhere within overcame me. I wanted desperately to exhilarate him. My own gratification became secondary.

Consumed by over-zealousness, gag reflex having been quickly overcome, the need to replenish oxygen was nearing, I was blowing snot bubbles from my sinus nodes, the taste clearly distinguishable as it drained and smeared his cock but added a slithery, supportive element in my strive for oral perfection. Gross! I thought, but convenient as my hand and mouth performed like a well-lubricated piston.

In my quest for air but reluctance to cease the carnal motivation, my tongue found his balls that a free hand had absent-mindedly discovered and explored. His satiny smooth testicles each received their just attention in my wanton mouth while my tongue shellacked and polished the gumball like orbs.

I recalled that erotic spot between my balls and asshole. Lifting his leg I nuzzled my face deep, my tongue found its mark. I was well aware that my nose was precariously close to his rectum, but the only scent emanating was his intoxicating muskiness I didn’t understand why, nor did I really care right then, I ventured farther, separated his cheeks and lapped at his hole!

My wet cock felt the sudden coolness of the air as it was temporarily released from his mouth. He screamed out in pleasure, “FUCK, THAT’S AWESOME, DUDE!” He quickly locked onto me again and sucked vigorously. The slurping, lip smacking, sheer intensity of his lascivious behavior

Moments later, disgusted and humiliated by my own nasty volition I resumed my oral engagement on him with no less enthusiasm. Fully cognizant of the fact that I was nearing orgasm and certain that he was damn close, I suddenly considered the ramifications!

I pondered the fact that I had not had an orgasm the whole night, never having given it a thought. It was the mutual, shared sexual exhilaration and aura alone that kept the rave orgy alive! Complete strangers opened themselves without judgment to sexual play regardless of who was doing what to who! The only importance seemed that everyone had uninhibited fun, no hang ups, no insecurities of who they were or their surroundings, other than the idiot in the washroom, of course. Obviously, he didn’t seem to share the same euphoria!

Could I allow Jill to unload his jism into my mouth? His precum I had tolerated but ingesting the mother load kinda gave me a queasy feeling. Would he be so inclined to accept mine? Today he drank my piss, my question suddenly had no merit. As if reading my mind again, my clairvoyant accomplice in our perverse “Den of Inequity” pulled from my cock to orate another of his sexual insights.

“Jacky this is so cool!” he exclaimed. “Like … I don’t know, dude. Ya know when guys prick their finger and mash them together: it makes them Blood Brothers. A pact proving their allegiance to one-another because blood is the essence of life and having each other’s blood in their veins …well, it makes it a brotherhood thing!” he professed.

I understood the concept of Blood Brothers, but I didn’t know why it was relevant quite then and I really didn’t care to stop what we were doing and slice open a finger! I wished that he’d shut up. His cock was securely lodged in my mouth … well, truth be known, my mission was to see if I could implant it as deep as possible in my throat, and I was certainly striving to accomplish that feat! My motives were unclear as to why I wanted to, curiosity I guess, but my persistence was unrelenting.

“Ya know what’s even better than blood-brothers, Jacky?” he whispered. “Soul-Mates! Blood might be what sustains life, but what creates life? — Sperm, Jacky boy! That’s what really counts!” he proclaimed with sudden vibrancy. The mention of sperm and its virtues caused me to delay my impetuous, Ecstasy induced quest of burying my nose in his pubic forest. I had a feeling that I knew where he was heading, though.

“What could be more sacred than exchanging each others cum, Jacky? A guy’s most prized possession, the nectar of life’s very existence! It’s chalked full of protein and nutrients that’ll make their way into our blood, Jacky! We’ll carry that part of each other around forever! Soul-Mates for life, get it?” he asked with a broad smile, like some kind of divine ritual was suddenly realized and should be capitalized on.

The nectar of life’s very existence? How poetic! I wanted to compliment him but my mouth was pre-occupied and Grandma always told me never to talk with my mouth full! Did I get it? Yes, all too clearly and convincing an argument he made as usual, but I wasn’t quite sold on it.

Thankful that a response from me wasn’t necessary; he returned my straining cock to the depths of his mouth. A finger later found its way up my bum and it wasn’t long after that that coercive tactic triggered my own nectar of life' to erupt and nobly consecrate mySoul Mate’ status within him!

I certainly anticipated his own ordainment but not quite so soon. His cock seemed to expand its girth, throb a few times then release a pent up orgasm, .I gagged and sputtered momentarily upon the first couple of volleys that blasted my Adams-Apple.

A lapse in memory of his ability to stave off for simultaneous ejaculation escaped me until then. Swallowing what had already been deposited in my throat was no easy task. Not unlike the time I shucked a raw oyster from its shell and the slow, yucky, slithering progress to ingest it. My throat constricted and I regurgitated the semen sample bringing it back up in a heave along with bile that burned my esophagus!

I regained my composure, backed off his manhood a couple of inches and sucked and pumped the seemingly endless contents of his nuts that spewed forth like a rapid fire water pistol, each pulsation of his cock sent forth a jettison, conspicuous to my palate where it gathered at the base of my tongue. To say that he filled my mouth would be a lie, but the volume that I was already familiar to in a visual sense repulsed me as I cringed and gagged at the mere thought of swallowing its entirety.

Jill was obviously not as grossed out as I was. No doubt not his first taste of the nasty shit. He sucked and licked noisily until the last miniscule was coaxed, like a kid enjoying the last juices of bitten off end of plastic wrapped Mr. Freeze Popsicle1

Nonetheless, I persevered, thwarting off the urge to puke as I gulped down the two remaining mouthfuls one after the other, eradicating its unpleasantry from my mouth: or so I thought. The taste was pronounced, but I found it not as very gross as my homophobic sub-conscious wanted me to believe. It was bitter sweet, like the musty, ancient crushed mixed nuts that Grandma pulverized and accumulated in a can after each Christmas for later use Yucky as a stolen snack, but a tasty ingredient in cookies and stuff, nonetheless. It was the slimy snot like texture that caused my nausea. The `oyster’ likeness, but with greater magnitude in not only volume, but rational cognizance of what it was.

We broke our mutual oral copulation when he slithered up my body, licking inside my belly button, biting each tender nipple before coming to rest his face in the nape of my neck where he planted a small hickey that I didn’t discover until much later. Then face to face lying atop me, both hands took my head lovingly, the unmistakable scent of my own cum fresh on his panting breath. He put his mouth to mine, I didn’t resist. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths for a few, passionate moments. My first blowjob and my first real kiss, equally wondrous despite the homosexual context to which they were introduced and received by me.

It was then that I hastily broke the kiss. The emotional roller coaster sped down the track and came to an abrupt halt at the bottom. I was French kissing another guy! I needed to buy time to do some soul searching. The confounded emotions played havoc on me.

I felt the need to make light of the situation and blurted, “How the fuck do ya get the taste of cum out of your mouth? That shits rancid!” I chuckled, trying to disguise my self-indignation with humor while removing myself from his tight embrace and weight upon me to lie on my side, but he prevented me from disengaging from him completely, holding me against him. I relented, my head upon his chest unwilling to escape the warmth, comfort and security of him. Never in my life had I felt that way.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Jill answered, “like olives, but once ya get used to it, it isn’t so bad and it sure makes a blowjob a whole lot better! No fucking bitch will let ya cum in her mouth, Jacky! You’ll be lucky if she even jerks ya off a little, let alone convince her to suck ya! The cunts’ don’t do that! It’s below them, yet they like their smelly pussies licked—go figure!” he ranted on another one of his tyrannical, bitch-bashing speeches that I hoped would dispel as quick as it started.

“Guys let them bitches get away with that shit. Pussy whipped fuckers that won’t realize that they don’t have to stand for it! Dump the bitch and find a good buddy for even better sex! Like you’re now discovering … right, Jacky?” He had to throw that last part in, didn’t he? Like salt in the wound, I cringed to its implicit definition.

He showed no remorse or shame that I shouldered after every one of our sexual encounters that had been progressing rapidly in severity. I wished to chock it up to a drug induced horny indiscretion that got carried away. Laugh about it and move on, never to be discussed again! However, I knew it would be a futile effort to try to dissuade him, probably anger him in the process and cause a rift in our friendship. I never realized before Jill had come into my life how lonely I was. The thought of loosing that friendship, despite its oddity, weighed heavily upon me. Friends by day and lovers by night? Could I live with that and overcome my homophobic hang-ups? If only for him, of course!

“You’re lost in space, dude.” he said softly bringing me out of my trance, “What’s up? Coming down from the Ecstasy trip? I want some more, lets have another hit, Soul-Mate! — Which reminds me … you’ve got very sweet tasting cum! A lot of guys are tart or sour, every guy tastes slightly different. As ya know, mine is salty as hell, I’ve tasted it.” he enlightened me, “They say it’s a dietary thing. Ya know … `ya are what ya eat’ type thing?” he explained like a connoisseur describing the finesse of wine. “But holy cow! Yours is like that sweet pink milk shit, good enough to drink by the glassful and I—where ya going Jacky?”

I was up and off the bed running to the bathroom, heaving my guts out! I don’t have a weak stomach but that analogy put me over the edge of grossness! After my stomach settled and I was brushing my teeth is when I noticed the hickey in the mirror. A badge of honor for most guys to proudly display, except mine was placed there by another guy! That only added to my depressive state.

Back in the bedroom, I did however convince him to save the Ecstasy for later and get some sleep, it was nearing 4am and I was exhausted physically and mentally. Our cocks were still painfully erect, which we had a good laugh about when I not so jokingly suggested that I get us an ice pack to try to reduce the swelling!

He cuddled me securely, my head upon his chest. His heart beating in my ear as I circled a finger around his nipple. How could it be so wrong when in fact it felt so right? I couldn’t deny my feelings any longer. I was in love for the first time!

“Ya know, Jacky, ya puked up my cum before it could do its thing. So technically we’re not officially Soul-Mates yet, perhaps, ya should … ya know”

“Fuck off and go to sleep, Jillian!” His chest heaved in silent laughter as he pulled me closer into him.

To be continued …

Copyrighted 2014 © Rob Loveboy